Page 41 of Kyle (Gold Team #3)

The tee Anaya had slept in last night was long gone. I’d nearly ripped it off her in my quest to get her naked. Her panties had been tossed aside along with my shorts.

The taste of her was fresh on my tongue, the sound of her moans still ringing in my ears.

Damn, she was beautiful.

From her soft brown hair down to her pretty toes, she was stunning.

My lips were lingering on her hip and I was enjoying taking my time. But Anaya had other thoughts, her hand in my hair was tugging and pulling me higher.

“Slow,” I murmured against her skin and continued to lick and taste my way across her belly, then higher, and I swiped my tongue across her pebbled nipples and teased her opening. She was slick from her orgasm.

“Can’t wait,” Anaya mumbled, and I smiled before I slowly fucked two fingers inside her.

Once her hips were bucking and her breath was coming out in pants, I reached down and guided the tip of my cock until it nudged her opening and I gritted my teeth as I notched the head in.

Christ.

“Tip your hips up for me, sweetheart.” My hand went under her ass, and with our combined movements, I slipped in a little more.

“Kiss me, baby.” She righted her head and offered her mouth.

I didn’t delay, not with the kiss, not with slamming into her. Her legs curled around my thighs and she tore her mouth from mine. I drove in harder, our eyes locked, and I watched the need catch fire and burn into hunger. Her breathing was erratic as she took my cock and begged for me.

We were connected.

And just like all the times before, each and every time I filled her, she didn’t hold back. Not a single thing. Pure Anaya—she gave me everything. She was a part of me. Her arms wrapped tighter around me, her hands moved to my ass, and her nails dug into the muscle.

Fucking hot.

“Harder, Kyle.”

I pulled out and she whimpered as I flipped her on her stomach and slammed home.

“Harder?” I grunted.

“Yes.”

Anaya’s hips bucked and she fucked herself back onto my cock as I thrusted forward. Beautiful. She clawed at the sheets and her pussy started to pulse. I bent forward, one hand going between her legs to toy with her clit, the other to roll and pinch her nipple.

“You gonna come for me, sweetheart?”

“Yeah.”

“You wanna ride me before or after? ”

“Both.”

Goddamn perfect.

“Then come now, Anaya.”

I pinched her nipple and her clit, at the same time giving both a small twist. Her pussy spasmed and contracted and damn near took me with her.

Before she was done coming, but needing her off my cock before I couldn’t give my girl what she wanted, I pulled out, flipped us over, then slammed her back down on my pulsing cock praying I could hold off.

“Ride me,” I demanded, and started moving her hips for her.

With her head bowed, a sheet of shiny brown hair covering her face, she started to rock and my hands went to her tits.

Big, heavy, tipped with pretty rosy nipples that tasted even sweeter than they looked.

I’d never taken myself for a boob man, but then I’d never seen a pair that were as spectacular as hers.

Anaya’s hands landed on my chest and her hips moved faster. I removed my hands from her breasts just so I could watch them bounce and sway.

“Goddamn, you’re fucking sexy, baby. You think you can give me one more?”

“No,” she groaned. “Your turn.”

Her gaze met mine, eyes on fire, neck and chest flushed with desire. Oh, yeah, she had one more in her and I wanted it. I wanted everything Anaya could give and then some.

I knifed up, wrapped my arms around her, trapping her tight, and whispered, “I want one more from you. Either you take it like this, Anaya, or I flip you over and I’ll take it. But either way, I’m not coming until I feel your wet, tight pussy suck me dry. Which is it gonna be?”

She didn’t answer. Instead she ground down into me and I had to grit my teeth. So I guess that was her answer—she was taking it .

“Fuck, Anaya.” I slid my hand into her hair, yanked it back putting space between us, and lowered my head and took one nipple into my mouth.

I was beyond being gentle, beyond thought, but lucky for me so was Anaya.

I pulled my mouth off one nipple and bit and licked my way to the other side.

“Out of control,” I mumbled against her chest. “You catch, and you’re not wild, you’re fucking uncontrollable.

So fucking hot, so sexy, I’m trying everything I can not to blow.

Everything’s perfect about you, Anaya. Everything.

Can’t live without you.” Her pussy quivered and I couldn’t stop the groan.

“Can’t ever live without you. Promise me you’ll never leave me, Anaya. ”

“Promise,” she panted. “I’m…”

She didn’t finish. Her face went to my throat, her tongue tasted my skin, then she bit down.

“Fuck!” I roared. Unable to hold back, I slammed her down on my cock and held her still as my cock pulsed and my eyes rolled.

Connected.

“I can feel it,” she whispered.

“What can you feel, sweetheart?”

“My soul healing.”

I froze, every muscle seized, my blood heated.

Letting Anaya go had never been an option—I’d claimed her, she was mine. But there in our bed, my cock buried deep, me holding her close, and her holding me tighter, she’d irrevocably tied herself to me. There was no going back. Not now, not ever.

“That’s good, baby,” I whispered.

“Thank you, Kyle.”

I forced my body to relax and pulled her face out of my neck.

“Fearless. My girl is absolutely fearless. ”

I got her soft lazy eyes, I got her smile, and I got her dimples.

Good God, there was nothing prettier.

My hands went from her hips to her back and I started stroking. Anaya melted into me and I thought there was nothing better than the feel of her on top of me. She snuggled in, giving me her weight. Trusting me. Loving me. Her warm skin pressed against mine, still breathing heavy from riding me.

“We need to talk, sweetheart.”

“Uh huh,” she mumbled and I smiled against her hair.

She was sleepy but this couldn’t wait. Not even until morning. I’d been rolling it around in my head for days—weeks actually—and the time had definitely come to lay all my cards on the table.

“I want you to move here to Maryland.”

“You do?”

Anaya sat up so fast I had to jerk my head to the side to avoid a collision.

“Yeah, baby, I do. If you wanna stay in San Diego, we can go there. Though I have to say that would suck because now that the team’s not on a long-term contract, we’ll be home more and I want to be close to my team and I want you close to Emerson and Tatiana.

But if you’re committed to SD that’s where we’ll go. ”

Anaya stared down at me with wide shocked eyes and asked, “You’d move to California with me?”

“Sweetheart, I’d move anywhere as long as it meant I get you.”

“I wanna live here.”

Thank fuck.

“Now we gotta talk about one more thing. I don’t want you taking another contract with the Peace Corps that will take you from me for two years.

I’m not trying to be a dick but I want you in our bed every night.

I know there will be nights I’m deployed and won’t be in it with you, but I wanna know you’re in it.

Home safe in our house with our friends close by. ”

Anaya didn’t take her eyes off me. She also hadn’t said a word, she was simply gazing down at me, her face unreadable. The Peace Corps wasn’t a deal breaker for me; I’d take her any way I could have her, but it would suck trying to navigate a long-distance relationship.

“Are you asking me to quit because you think it’s dangerous and you don’t think I can handle it?”

“Fuck no. Anaya, I think you’ve proven you can handle any situation you’re put in.

You have more inner strength than anyone I know.

From what happened to you when you were a teenager to Timor-Leste to this latest drama.

You are strong and brave and smart. Do I like knowing you’ll possibly be unsafe?

Fuck no, the thought makes my skin crawl.

But I also know the team has your back. Do I want to wrap you up in a cocoon so nothing can ever touch you again?

Yes. But I know I can’t do that. I know you need to be free to be you and I need to stand next to you while you do it.

I will always do what I need to do to protect you.

But what I won’t do is suffocate you in the process. ”

“Then why are you asking me to quit?”

“I’m asking you to quit because I cannot imagine a day without you.

Not only can’t I imagine it, the thought causes a physical ache in my chest. I know it’s a lot to ask, I know it probably makes me a dick, but it is what it is.

I’m selfish when it comes to you and your time.

I want it all. But I promise you, you give this to me you won’t regret it.

I’ll make each day worth it. I swear it, Anaya, I’ll bust my ass to make you happy. ”

“You don’t have to bust your ass, Kyle, unless that’s what you’re doing now, because you already make me happy.

And I don’t want to go back to the Peace Corps.

I’ve been thinking about it and I don’t want to go back to a life where I live out of a backpack.

It’s lonely. And I don’t want to be away from you or my friends.

You’ve given me more than you’ll ever understand.

And it’s more than just friends and a home.

It’s more than you giving yourself to me.

You’ve given me—me. And I can’t even say you’ve given me back , because there was nothing there.

I was adrift, just skating by, not really livin’ but breathing and floating.

Now I’m living. I’m feeling. I know what it feels like to love and be loved and be open and know I can be scared and strong at the same time. And I have all of that because of you.

“So, yes, I want to move here. Yes, I want to live with you. And yes, I’ll quit the Peace Corps.”

“Mouth, Anaya.”

“What?”

“Give me your mouth, baby.”

I didn’t wait for her to lean down, I knifed up and took what I needed.

“Again?” Her lips tipped up and my cock twitched.

“You cannot for one second think you can give me what you just gave me and not think I’m not gonna give you something else.”

“What are you gonna give me, Kyle?” she whispered against my lips.

Damn, I loved when she did that.

“Everything, sweetheart.”